Semua Bab The Blueblood And Her Lycan King: Bab 21 - Bab 30

Brooklyn. “So, what's your favorite color?” Landon asks as he opens the napkin and rests it on his lap. A laugh bubbles out of me. Landon smiles fondly, “what?” I laugh again and lean in. “Playing twenty questions now, are we?” “You tell me,” he leans in too. Smiling, I respond. “Amber, what's yours?” Copying his earlier action, I peel the napkin open and lay it on my lap, then I pick up the menu next. “Green...or should I say ginger?” Landon's eyes don't leave me. Even when the waiter comes to our table. “Chocolate milkshake and coke.” The male waiter bows and scurry off. “They sell milkshakes here?” I ask, taking a look around. The outside decor betrays how the inside looks. Gold and green litters around; on the chair, table, wall, even the chandelier. I didn't notice it before, but I see people glancing at us ever so often. My eyes enlarge at the realization and my head whips towards Landon. “It's yours?!” “It's ours,” he corrects, leaning back into his chair with a smug

Brooklyn.The morning hues glow through the windows, shining on my face. Groaning, I turn the other way, hoping to avoid the bright light on my face. But when I don't feel warmth seeping into my bones, my eyes peel open. The space beside me is empty.Landon's gone.My eyebrows pull down and I sit up. It's early in the morning, where did he go? I strain my ears but I don't hear him downstairs and he's not in the bathroom either. Shrugging, I yawn loudly and flop back on the bed. I am about to go back to bed then I remember that Landon brought me to his home last night and also got me a phone!Gone the sleep, replace with excitement. Grabbing the phone from the nightstand, I switch it on. While I wait for it to boot, I go into the bathroom to bathe. Usually, I stall in the shower, but touring my new home prevents that. My clothes are already in the closet when I open it. Quickly, I shrug on a baby pink cropped top and blue shorts before putting my shoes on. I may not know where Landon

Brooklyn.“Yes.”“No.”“Yes.”“Jeez, no Brooklyn, leave it.”I narrow my eyes at his taut chest. “No.”“Yes.”“Yes.”“Yes!” I jump on the bed, “you agreed, no going back.”Landon flounders for a bit, then sighs. “I don't know how you did that, but no. You're not going and that's final.”My lips rise in a slow smirk, “watch me, mate.” I get down from the bed and rush into the closet to change.“Brooklyn!” Landon yells in frustration.I let out a loud laugh. “You'll just have to let me go, Lan.”I hear shuffling for a bit, “no can do,” his voice sounds more prominent like he's standing outside of the closet. “Get out of there, I need to change.”“No can do,” I sing, mimicking his words back to him.“Brooklyn,” he grits, “I'm no longer playing. Get out, now.”“No.” Landon should know by now that I'm a stubborn mule. He has this gathering between wolves he wants to attend —I don't know much about the event, what I do know is that I am going, whether he wants it or not. His patience is run

Brooklyn.“When will Mike get here? It's been almost a week. I thought traveling to the United Kingdom would only last for a few days. Two at most?” I'm done eating now, since Landon cooked, I made him let me do the dishes. We spent like three minutes arguing about that. He's such a stubborn man. Now, he sits on the stool, rests his hands on the counter and watches me do the dishes.I am starting to think that I truly belong to the museum. The man won't stop staring at me.“What can I say?” I crane my neck to see him as I simultaneously wipe the plate in my hand with a hankie. “I asked for him to be put away for a few days so I can spend time with my mate.”The plate in my hand slips and clatter against the floor. I jump, startled by the action. Landon flies out of his stool and round the table. When I move to bend, he snaps. “Fucking stay still, Brooklyn.”I freeze, not expecting his anger. I slowly step away from the broken piece as I try to apologize but he beats me to it. “I said

Brooklyn.I scoff, my arms forming a fold on my torso. “Fetch me??” I repeat the words the idiot just say and my eyes narrow into slits as it leaves my mouth. “Like I am some dog?”“No, Queen Brooklyn. I apologize, My Queen.” He says, showing his neck as a sign of surrender.My hands fall to my side as I walk back inside the house, leaving the door open for them to come in. “Then you better fix that sentence, Alan.” I say lowly.“I apologize, My Queen.” he repeats. I don't have to look back to know he and Bethel exchange glances before he clears his throat. “The King wants your presence, Queen Brooklyn.”I snort, “wants my presence?” I snort again before crackling. These people here are funny. Landon is more funny. I wanted his presence for hours and now that I don't want it anymore, he's asking for it? I sit on the stool, take a sip of my mashed grapefruit, and eye the two males before me in amusement. “Well, go tell your king that I refuse to offer my presence.”Amusement dances in